There is an incessant rumbling next to me. It kinda sounds like a kid blowing bubbles in his drink or slurping that last little bit of something up through his straw. But then the sound echoes off the walls, cuddling in right next to my armpit. That's when I have to face the reality that the gurgling is my romantically passed-the-heck-out husband. The most fascinating part of all of this is that I absolutely can't sleep at all when he's not here. Tonight's jut another one of those insomnia nights. Ill put fifty bucks on the table that if I wanted to go to sleep I could. However...
Every now and then I somewhat enjoy the stillness of the night and being conscious enough to hear the strange things happening all around the house and in the yard. Very weird things come on TV at this hour as well... But let's just not even go there.
I would go on but as it is I am typing one-handed. The other is stuck under a beard. I shall be very careful, lest it start drooling on me too.
